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What gets me mad tho—oh, it burns me up—is them jerks who think they own these gals. Like they’re some prize pig at the fair. Pisses me off, man! Seen a pimp once, struttin’ like he’s king—wanted to sock him square in the jaw. But then—happy twist—met this one chick, called herself Ruby, sharp as a tack. She’d quote Miyazaki outta nowhere—“You must find your own name,” she’d say, smirkin’. Blew my mind! Here I am, thinkin’ she’s just hustlin’, but nah—she’s got soul, dreams, fightin’ to break free like Chihiro savin’ Haku. Surprised the hell outta me—damn, I love that grit.

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I waltzed these streets for years, and every nook speaks to me. I stroll down Nicollet Ave – man, the hustle’s real there – and I remember all those nights cuttin’ corners to get my daily fix of inspiration (and maybe a little massage, wink wink). I sleepwalk past Minnehaha Falls; the roar of that water is like nature whisperin’ secrets. Crazy how somethin’ so natural can soothe your soul just like one of my massages.

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